_From the Irish_
A great, great house it is,
A golden candlestick it is,
Guess it rightly,
Let it not go by thee.
_Heaven_.
There's a garden that I ken,
Full of little gentlemen,
Little caps of blue they wear,
And green ribbons very fair.
_Flax_.
He comes to ye amidst the brine
The butterfly of the sun,
The man of the coat so blue and fine,
With red thread his shirt is done.
_A Lobster_.
You see it come in on the shoulders of men,
Like a thread of the silk it will leave us again.
_Turf_.
_Douglas Hyde_